An Unexpected Alliance[Private/Chiaki]

Alexandra moved into the tiny shop with ease. She allowed the woman to lead her without question, her eyes scanning the building. She descended the stairs and her eyes scanned the dirty little room. Her eyes caught sight of the first Shinigami, whom emerged from the shadows like the Grim Reaper they were so aptly named after. Standard gear, no recognizable markings. She must be enlisted in the Soul Society. Most of Renegades she met discarded their attachments to the Seireitei, perhaps a tracker lie within that division insignia. That's something she would do, at least discretely. 

Her feet met the dirt floor, and she looked at it in disdain. This dark and dreary room was terrible even for a beggar. She felt dirty just being here, but she knew a setup when she saw it. "Thank you for coming, Miss Grant.  My name is Chiaki Sakuya, Lieutenant-Adjutant of the Research and Development Division of the Sereitei.  I apologize for the deception, but meeting this way was a precaution we simply had no choice but to take." It was at that moment that two more Shinigami emerged from the shadows, blocking the exit. Or at least, that's what they thought. She could easily escape this situation, but why run? She could only see tension in their arms, but their eyes. Hesitance. She dove a bit deeper, they were ordered to bring her to the Seireitei by any means necessary, but lethal force was not authorized. That was a fatal flaw. She'd exploit that flaw should this meeting go south. 

"Please do not attempt to run or fight, Alexandra.  I have been authorized to use force and I really don't have any desire to do that." Alex looked at the Chiaki and her eyes narrowed slightly. "You have one more time to use my given name before I dismiss myself from this meeting. If you know that name, you should know that I don't deal with people who use it." That was a pet-peeve of hers. She didn't like the use of her name. She didn't want to associate anything to the name of her parents. She didn't want to change the prestige of the her late parents. So she gave herself the name Zazi to cover up her old name. Even went so far, as to alter her official documents to show her name as such. The only ones that knew her real name were close family members and apparently the dead. She relaxed a bit, it was out of her nature to get stirred up. But the use of her name was something she tolerated very little. "But I will if I have to.  Trust me when I say that you, as you are now, have no chance to escape or overpower me.  It would be in your best interest to simply come with me and listen to what we have to say."

 "And save your threats for someone who is at your intelligence level. Idle threats do not phase me. Especially not from a rag tag group of Shinigami sent to retrieve one human. If you were truly capable, then only you would be here." Harsh words, but the facts stacked up in Alex's favor on that merit. Though, she already surmised that Shinigami were dispatched in groups of two to four to maximize mission performance without sacrificing mobility. It was a simple and effective idea, but that was only if they were capable of achieving their goal to begin with. "I would have listened even without such barbaric mannerisms. Now. Speak what you want." Alex was going to take over the momentum of this meeting by one way or another. It was best to let her have her way, she would sway her to meet her needs one way or another. Manipulation was something that Alex excelled at. Poke here, they move that way. Insult there, they lose focus. Pull back there, they relax and consider the offer. Put a little pressure, and she has what she wants without too much fuss. And better yet, no bloodshed. 

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Word Count: 681

GP: 13

GPT: 24

Alex sighed. Troublesome. So she wouldn't be told what was to be had before meeting the boss. Typical. She thought for a mere moment. There was no alternative. "It's a matter of trust. As of now, you have none. So, I will render myself unconscious for about thirty minutes. If I wake before we arrive, then you can simply blindfold me. Oh, and feel free to check if I'm really unconscious if you do not trust me." She reached back, and her muscles relaxed. Her hand moved quickly, and her body fell forward. Her eyes open, but unresponsive. She had pressed several pressure points along her neck and the base of her skull. She left her body in their hands. The first test of her trust for them.

Present moment...

Alex woke slowly to a brightness that could only be called the sun. Her eyes adjusting slowly, she was still being carried by one of the Shinigami. She tapped him lightly on the back to indicate her being awake, which he let her down. Two sudden moves with her neck and the popping of the joints in her neck were heard. She rotated her arms, and twisted her torso. She felt no pain, so that meant one of them caught her before she struck the ground. Great. She didn't need to nurse a busted lip from something as trivial as an unbroken fall. 

She looked about. So this was the Seireitei. Her feet focused on the path ahead, following the one called Chiaki. She seemed to be the ranking of the three, but what structure did the Shinigami use? She paused in her thoughts. Why didn't she ever think to ask this? All the lessons her father had given her, but the structure of the Seireitei was never discussed. Perhaps, her father simply did not know the answer to it. It had a traditional Japanese feel to it, like the building plans of an Edo period Castle. "So, who is this Captain Commander of yours?" She watched as other Shinigami watched as she walked through the courtyard. Apparently, humans did not travel here to often. If that was the case, then her purpose for being here was a special case. Meaning she was needed for something of great importance. She reached up, and remembered her hat...crap where was her...The shinigami held it out to her, and she took it lightly. She gave him a nod and placed it back upon her head. Perhaps they weren't so incompetent. 

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Word Count: 418

GP: 8

GPT: 32

Zazi sat down at the center table and waited. There was nothing in this room. How freaking boring could this be? No toys to play with, nothing to examine, and they called her here? "Screw this. If I have to be here, then I'm going to have fun" Her hands outstretched across the table and she began muttering. Pulling out various supplies and tools as she did. By the time she had settled on her supplies, she had literally taken over the desk with her own tools. She stood up and looked at the desk. What to build? What did she need? No. Needs are never fun. Her eyes glanced down at her Glock sitting on the table...oh? It was a weaker model. She had made it on a whim, but she could make one better. No...she could make a pair. Yes, that's it. A pair of pistols that by far transcend reason and understanding. She nodded at her own genius. 

"But what do I have to use?" She shuffled the items around the table, looking for other pistols. Her hand rose to her lips as she began to think. She had an order of assault rifles, sniper rifles, and personal handguns. But which to choose from? She could go with Pistols, but they held limited ammunition, and were a bit timely to reload. A semi-automatic would be best. It needed to be accurate and still powerful. She came to a consensus. It had to be a Colt M1911A1, she reached into the void and pulled out two identical pistols. She smiled. Now it was time to tweak them to be something useful. She placed them upon the table, and to began to go back and forth between her Glock and the Colts. Her Glock was limited in the regard that it drains her Reiryoku in order to function. A basic idea, and she wanted to kick herself for stopping at so basic. 

These would need to be able to be refitted with different ammunition. What kind of ammunition? Hmm...no. One thing at a time, she would sort out ammunition details after she created the weapons themselves. She ejected both of the magazines and set them aside. She pulled the slide back to check that it wasn't loaded. After making sure that the pistol was empty, she released the slide manually, and let it slide slowly forward. With the slide now forward, and her body facing the muzzle of the pistol, she presssed the recoil spring plug inwards until the barrel bushing was free to be twisted clockwise, until it completely uncovered the recoil spring plug. She was careful not to take immediate pressure off the recoil spring, she didn't feel like having to track it down in the room.

She then pushed the firing pin lock plunger up and using a punch, pushed the firing pin inwards. She released the firing pin lock plunger so that it kept the firing pin inside its opening. Using the punch again, she pulled down the firing pin stop and removed it. Covering the firing pin opening with her thumb, and pressing the firing pin lock plunger again, to release the firing pin. This action allowed the firing pin to move back against the pressure of the firing pin spring. She then removed the firing pin together with its spring. Pushing the firing pin lock plunger inwards, she pulled the extractor slightly backwards. She had to pull it enough, so that the firing pin lock plunger could be freely removed from the bottom of the slide. 

Alex finished diligently disassembling the pistol and the did the same to the other. As she finished the second one, she looked over all the pieces of the weapons. She smiled at her work. Now came the truly fun part. She began picking up various pieces and changing their fundamental workings to suit Alex's needs. As she pieced the weapon together, she took the utmost care. Care that a mother would show to a child that had skinned their knee. She imbued it with a little more of her Reiryoku and then kissed it lightly. "From now on, you will be known as Someurami...The First Sin" She had designed the weapon to be fast hitting, but light in damage. The lack in power was not the fearsome part, nor was it the firing speed, but the power she blessed it with. Those that were foolish enough to tank these shots would meet a fatal end of her second weapon. For the first sin was the precursor of an execution. The Second sin, Niurami would weigh the most in sin. For it would be the death dealer. She was excited to work on the second one now, this would be quite an amazing weapon. She had already begun to think of munitions that would go well with these two.

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Word Count: 963

GP: 19

GPT: 51

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GP Total: 53

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GP Total: 64